Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

The Outsider

Everything seems
So strange to me
This isn’t where I belong

I’m a stranger
On borrowed land
An outsider

In a silence that’s awkward
Heavy and bizarre
Unholy and surreal

An outcast
With empty birdfeeders
Swaying in the breeze
And flies circling
As if upon a cadaver

Time warped elapsing
In an ungodly fashion
I’m a foreigner

Unable to get away
Hardly far enough
My head swirling
From the stagnant air
I dream of closing my eyes
Letting images jumble my thoughts

Just as come over me
A medley of bloom perfumes
And a hummingbird fluttering
The size of a butterfly



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

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Gershon Wolf August 6, 2018 at 1:39 PM So sensual, (in the five senses sense, that is), and such a wonderful ending. A really nice poem, one that lets the reader "into your skin" to experience the strangeness and the release at the end. Lovely, Line! ~ Gershon Line Gauthier August 6, 2018 at 2:21 PM Thanks for letting yourself be taken in by this one, Gershon. Most appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger August 5, 2018 at 11:37 PM This went to my FAV list immediately. It appeals to all of my senses, Line. Line Gauthier August 6, 2018 at 12:09 AM Thank you so much, Caren. Always glad to hear when a connection is made.